The Disappearing PassengerThe rain was a relentless, pounding drum on the roof of Noah’s taxi. He’d been circling the airport’s arrivals lane for an hour, the wipers fighting a losing battle against the downpour. Just as he was about to call it a night, a figure emerged from the mist, tapping on his passenger window.Noah hit the unlock button. The man slid into the backseat, dripping water onto the leather. He was pale, with hollow eyes, and he clutched a small, worn leather satchel to his chest."Where to?" Noah asked, pulling into the traffic."The old train station on West 5th,"