Hello, campers, grab your marshmallows and gather around the true crime campfire. We're your camp counselors. I'm Katie.

And I'm Whitney. And we're here to tell you a true story that is way stranger than fiction.

We're roasting murderers and marshmallows around the true crime campfire.

A lot of the murder cases we cover feature slow-boiling resentments or criminal schemes

hatched with an explicit target in mind.

Killings by strangers are rare and terrifying.

You can just be going about your life with no idea that a predator is hunting you, a twisted

mind that has no more connection to your life than no idea that a predator is hunting you, a twisted mind that

has no more connection to your life than a shark does, and then out of the night, they strike.

This is Into the Darkness, the murder of Denise Huber.

So, campers, we're starting this one in Costa Mesa, California, in the early hours of June 3, 1991.

By the side of Route 73, just before the exit for Newport Beach, a blue 1988 Honda Accord sat on the shoulder,

hazard lights blinking, the right rear tire clearly flat. There was no one in the car,

no one standing nearby. This was where Denise Huber disappeared from, vanished into the darkness beyond the edge of the highway. Denise was 23 years old,

right at the start of what promised to be a golden life. She was smart and pretty with a bright

personality and a great sense of humor. She had a smile that could knock you over. She made life

better for everyone who knew her. Denise never lacked for romantic suitors, but she'd chosen to not make that a big part of her life.

She was kind of sort of dating an old friend, Stephen Horrocks, who was the bartender at the old

spaghetti factory where Denise had worked as a waitress, but it was all pretty light.

They'd never slept together or anything like that.

And Stephen had a treat set up for

Denise on Sunday, June 2nd. Tickets to the Morrissey concert at the Great Western Forum in

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