[Cadaverous Pallor]

The detective leaned into the glare of the monitor. "These numbers are definitely familiar."
"Three-eight-nine four," murmured the rookie. "What could it mean?"
"Tell you what, kid," grunted his balding counterpart, "why don't you get me a cup o' joe while I think about it, huh?"
As the younger man walked out, the hardened detective let his face relax. He sat in silence for one moment, two, three. There was no preventing it, the name had to be said, and eventually he let it slip like a ghost into the room:

"Helen."