The Sequel (The Book Series, #2)

by Jean Hanff Korelitz

She couldn’t think of a novelist whose next work she was actively waiting for, or whose novel she even cared enough about to keep forever, or whose signature she wanted in her copy of their novel.

In Atlanta she found a not-too-disgusting motel near the bus station that didn’t require a credit card, and there, after a long shower and some very sober consideration, she separated herself from about eight inches of her gray hair. It now fell to just below her jawline, allowing the wig to sit more comfortably on her scalp.

Serial killers can’t be too careful