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There is a particular hush to a Houston street at 3 a.m., when the traffic thins and the cicadas do more talking than people. That is usually when the call comes in. A nurse finishing a double shift cannot find her keys in the pocket where they always live. A foreman at a distribution yard misplaces the only fob for a box truck that has to be on the road before sunrise. A parent returning from Bush Intercontinental realizes the house key snapped off in the deadbolt and the