Daisy Calabria Robertson

But he isn't all impulse.

In the pocket of the driver's side door are the items he's collected for his kill kit.

Tight black clothes, zip ties, a body fluid cleanup kit.

There's also pepper spray and a small container of lighter fluid, sloshing when the car dips into a pothole.

The tools of his craft lovingly assembled for a night just like this one.

The killer isn't from Newark, but he knows the city well, including the area they call Down Bottom.

Graffitied warehouses and impoverished people carrying their lives in bags.

Women in need of a fix, a meal, who find themselves in this forgotten place.

He imagines picking a girl like this.

A girl who is unlikely to raise alarm bells if she doesn't come home.

How hard would anyone look for a girl like that, he thinks.

Even if he could never really be charming, he knows how to be disarming, just totally non-threatening, with his glasses and skinny frame.

He looked nice.

He takes another pass down Freeling Heisen Avenue and then turns onto Nyav.

Then he sees her.

No one is safe tonight.

This is Someone's Hunting Us, a podcast from NJ.com and The Star Ledger.

It's a story about five young women where only one survives.

A story about love, pain, indifference, and depravity, where women are both the victims and the heroes.

It's 2016, and there's a serial killer prowling the streets of Newark.