Zane stood frozen , unable to move . Death certificate ? Zane grabbed Martinez by his uniform . " Are you sure you're not mistaken ? What do you mean , a death certificate ? " Martinez looked taken aback . " There's no mistake . The documents are all here . " " Zane , your wife's death was registered on Bainbridge Island four days ago . It's already been processed . " " And your wife had a lawyer . The lawyer handled the entire filing . " His wife , who had been standing right in front of him just days ago , was … dead . Zane's legs gave out , and he collapsed onto the hard , cold chair .