"That morning, he had received from his handicapper, Richie Buller, who was acknowledged as one of the best horse-race men in Las Vegas, a small slip of paper containing the combinations that Buller liked for the Pick Six races."
"The process lasted long enough for uneasiness to turn to apprehension; but when at length a slip of paper was handed him, and he read on it: “Care of Mrs. Norma Hatch, Emporium Hotel,” his apprehension passed into an incredulous stare, and this into the gesture of disgust with which he tore the paper in two, and turned to walk quickly homeward."
"Minutes later I was speeding along a dark stretch of 64 East, a slip of paper on the dash scribbled with directions to Cutler Grove."