MISANTHROPIA: Daughter convicted of murdering parents

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Daughter convicted of murdering parents

By Kyle Clark
9News

Posted: 02/16/2010 11:09:18 AM MST
Updated: 02/16/2010 11:09:44 AM MST

Jurors convicted a woman on two counts of first-degree murder in the deaths of her father and stepmother.

Kara Lounsbury was convicted in the murders of her father, Harold "Hap" Enander and his wife, Velva "Sue" Enander after a three-week trial.

Prosecutors and the defense team disagreed on which of Enander's adult children shot and killed the Enanders in their sleep, an act prosecutors referred to as "an execution."

Lounsbury's defense centered in on an effort to pin the killings on Lounsbury's brother, Jared Enander.

Jared Enander lives next door to his parents' home in rural Adams County near Hudson where the couple was found dead on Jan. 14, 2009.

Prosecutors suggested Kara Lounsbury was desperate for financial help from her father and feared he had cut her out of his will.

Testimony from family members and friends painted a picture of a fractured and estranged Enander family.

From: http://www.denverpost.com/news/ci_14410612?source=pop_section_news

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