From the moment we meet him, he’s desperate. “I bought some tickets from you. Last September,” he’s saying. “On the 12th. Clifton. I was with my daughter. She was abducted downstairs on the lower level.” He hands over a ragged half-page of the Times, the headline—“Girl, 6, Disappears from Port Authority”—beside a photo we can’t quite make out. There’s no telling how long ago last September 12th was for this man, but long enough that his cause seems already lost. “She was six at the time,” he tries.