It'll look like you burned and buried my body, just like you say on the tape

[Libby shoots the painting behind Nick's head] Libby Parsons:
[Libby smiles]
I haven't felt that good in six years. I don't want to kill you, Nick. I just want you to suffer like I suffered. Travis Lehman:
What she means, Nick, is you're going to prison, for murder. Nick Parsons:
Who did I supposedly murder? Libby Parsons:
Me. Nick Parsons:
All you've got is an old fax photo. Libby Parsons:
Which supplies the motive. Your wife, whom you had framed, tracks you down, and to keep her from exposing you, you kill her. Nick Parsons:
You won't get away with it. [Travis reveals he's been recording their conversation] Nick Parsons:
Well, I think I've solved that problem. Travis Lehman:
What do you mean? Nick Parsons:
Let's just say the problem has been buried. Travis Lehman:
Really? Nick Parsons:
She's gone, I promise you,. Travis Lehman:
[turning the tape off]
Taped confessions are very persuasive in court, Nick, and of course, there is the physical evidence that we're gonna put in the trunk of your car. Libby Parsons:
A shovel, hair, my fingerprints, a little blood. Travis Lehman:
Yeah, don't forget the gasoline. Libby Parsons:
It'll look like you burned and buried my body, just like you say on the tape