Mark stopped at Rick's table on his way out of the ballroom. From the looks of the table, Rick and the other competitors were about halfway through a game of dominoes. Mark hated to interrupt, but he needed Rick to confirm something.
“Hey, Rick? I’m sorry to bother you, but I need you to clarify something we spoke of earlier,” Mark said as he watched the group continue to play.
“You mean what I said about Mitch?” Rick confirmed.
“Yes. Do you still believe that?” Mark asked.
“I do. I think you need to talk to him as soon as possible so he can either make plans or run for the hills,” Rick smirked.
“OK. I’m on my way out to the parking lot to find him, so I can talk to him about it now.”
“If you need help, yell, and I’ll be there,” Rick grinned, studying the table.
Mark chuckled, “And
