A school student charged with helping her father kill her mother was agreed to testify against him as part of a plea bargain.
Karrie Neurauter, 20, says she drove her dad Lloyd Neurauter, 45, to her mother’s home in Corning, New York on August 27 and disconnected electronic devices in the home to conceal his presence.
While Lloyd strangled his ex-wife, 46-year-old Michele Neurauter, Karrie maintains she distracted her 14-year-old sister.
She then helped him create the scene look like a suicide and lied to police.
Scroll down to movie
Karrie Neurauter pleaded guilty to second-degree murder from Steuben County, New York court on Wednesday. She’s pictured previously leaving court this week
The former confessed to helping her dad, Lloyd, 45, murder her mother, Michele, 46 (pictured), in August
Neurauter pleaded guilty Wednesday in Steuben County, New York court to second-degree murder in exchange for a recommended sentence of 15 years to life.
Another charges levied against her are also dropped. Those included first-degree custodial interference, tampering with physical signs and gallop conspiracy.
The Rochester Institute of Technology computer technology student says her dad gave her the ultimatum in mid-August – stating she could help him kill her mother or he would commit suicide.
She says he wanted to finish his child support and alimony obligations and receive custody of his youngest child.
Steuben County District Attorney Brooks Baker said they consider Karrie’s story because she passed a polygraph test.
Karrie (left) explained her daddy (right) gave her an ultimatum – aid him kill his ex-wife or else he would commit suicide
She says she did not physically help kill her mother, but drove daddy to her mom’s house (pictured) and distracted her little sister during the offense
The father and daughter were detained in January – five months following Michele’s murder. Karrie was detained at her home in Syracuse, New York. Lloyd was detained in Princeton, New Jersey following a dramatic confrontation with police where he threatened to jump off a five-story garage.
Lloyd Neurauter is currently in jail awaiting his trial, which is supposed to begin on September 24.
He has pleaded not guilty to several charges such as first-degree murder, second-degree attempted murder, first-degree burglary, first-degree wreak havoc, tampering with physical signs, caked conspiracy, second-degree unlawful solicitation, endangering the welfare of a child and offering a false instrument for filing.
When convicted, Lloyd confronts the potential for life in prison without parole.
Robert Ross, 29, an inmate in the Hudson County jail in Kearny, N.J., begs and reads to communicate with Kimberly Wilson, 26, who’s pregnant with his kid and housed in an adjacent wing of the prison. Charge Todd Heisler/The New York Times
KEARNY, N.J. — They can’t talk to one another, or visit one another, however, if they each stand by the windows, they could see each other only well enough to convey. Since her pregnancy has progressed, she’s shown her belly. He tells her that he loves her. And by using an elaborate sign language, they’ve argued over what to name their baby.
This unusual drama has unfolded in recent weeks in the Hudson County jail here, in which Robert Ross, both 29, and Kimberly Wilson, 26, are inmates. Not long ago, they were a couple residing in a Jersey City apartment. However, in March, Mr. Ross came here on vandalism and robbery charges. Back in May, Ms. Wilson, some six months followed him, involuntarily, on lower charges.
It’s a huge prison, but the two landed in adjacent wings, a single cinder block wall. However, if they walk to a particular corner in their components, they could see each other, then phantomlike throughout a pair of dirty windows.
“This is my spot,” Mr. Ross said. He sits there most afternoons, reading a book and waiting patiently for her to look. Of the three dozen guys in his fridge, Mr. Ross are the most buoyant, the sole tapping other inmates’ backs with encouragement as they talk about their struggles and hopes. “Twenty-nine years old and now I’m going to be a father,” an enthusiastic Mr. Ross stated.
Continue reading the Principal story
This would be a more joyful story, if recently Mr. Ross was not waiting long for Ms. Wilson to look. However, round the way, Ms. Wilson is starting to feel a wariness toward that window and the man on the other side of it. “My baby’s father is next door, and he is looking at a lot of time,” Ms. Wilson said.
“I’m very mad about him,” Ms. Wilson stated on a recent day. “He speaks to me, but I only look at him.”
She is now seven-and-half-months pregnant. The youngster’s future is being sketched out through a few gestures, some known, others misunderstood, and some lost to the warmth of the afternoon sunshine.
Jails and prisons have their own sign language, using a dialect unique to this establishment. The signs spoken in the Hudson County Correctional and Rehabilitation Center, since the jail is named, often demand bigger sweeping gestures compared to elsewhere, in which finger motions do most of the talking. A hand sweeping round the chest, for example, suggests the phrase “name.”
Continue reading the Principal story
An inmate attempted to find the eye of Mr. Ross, possibly so he’d call a male inmate to the window to get her. Charge Todd Heisler/The New York Times
Mr. Ross and Ms. Wilson each have another’s name tattooed in their ring fingers. Charge Todd Heisler/The New York Times
They have debated original names and last names. The father-to-be wants the baby named for him. She is believing Isaac, after her grandfather. And they debate the current distance between them some seven feet. Will it grow or shrink in the coming years?
Jails are transitory areas, in the crossroads of despair and hopelessness. Some inmates are in for only a brief stay, others have been headed in the other way, to prison.
Ms. Wilson, who’s worked as a merchandiser in a department store, has a couple of legal problems, some dating back to a 2015 drunken driving arrest. A plea bargain put her probation, which she’s violated. She has missed compulsory check-ins, because, she said, of health care problems linked to her pregnancy and also a cancer scare.
Back in May and June, she was incarcerated for 24 days. More lately, the inconclusive results of an alcohol evaluation raised enough concern that she was returned to prison. (Ms. Wilson is determined that she hadn’t been drinking.) Ms. Wilson may be published as soon as Friday.
Mr. Ross faces seven years in prison, on charges of robbing a man of an iPhone as well as separately, stealing five dogs. (Mr. Ross claimed that he had been promised the dogs, after breeding his pit bull with a different dog.) However, Mr. Ross could also be published far earlier, under a rehabilitation program in the prison.
Whatever happens in court, he must beg his case to Ms. Wilson.
“He wants to get himself together,” she said, explaining that she was mad with him on a number of counts. “He knew that I was blessed, and he also went and got closed up,” she said.
That is hardly all. Ms. Wilson recently found that she is not the only woman Mr. Ross conveys with. Male inmates frequently pass the time by writing racy letters and seeking to find ways to induce them to female inmates. “The one time I get it done,” Mr. Ross said ruefully, his correspondence came in the girl’s unit only before Ms. Wilson was sentenced. She immediately learned of it.
On a recent day, Mr. Ross watched the window, wondering whether Ms. Wilson would look. “I only need to apologize for her for a lot of stuff,” he said. “That is the one thing I look forward to — being in my child’s life and getting back with her.”
The majority of our lives we’ve looked to our parents to get advice and answers to questions. Now we’re the ones needing to think of the solutions.
It happened slowly. I believe that it began around the time my parents reach their 70’s — that the telephone began ringing — every day. Don’t make me wrong. I love talking about my parents. I believe I loved it a great deal better when it was just easy conversations rather than them wanting me to inform them what they should do. But severe illnesses hit them equally and being a single child it was me they turned into. I truly would not have it any other way. I only wished I was a good deal wiser.
It really shifts your brain in the household role you’ve played of your life. Instead of these accepting me to the doctor, waiting for the hallway to get my appendix to come outside, or awaiting the doctor to put a cast on my leg, or awaiting me to possess that following grandchild, it is me carrying them. It’s me supporting them to choose what to do. Life really does come around full circle. There is no doubt about it if you’ve got older parents.
It’s a good deal of responsibility to inform your parents. I do not take it. Despite a diploma in social gerontology, I have to do my homework often to find out what path to choose. It’s hard just realizing that they’re in their 80’s. It used to look so outdated. It used to look like I was a long, long way from being “older.” It now seems like it is only around the corner.
My identity, my thoughts on who I really am are wrapped up my parents. Who will I be when they are gone? It disturbs me when my youngest child was coming of age. It was a jolt to realize I would not be Travy’s go into individual. That was a part to relinquish. He was coming to his own. I wonder if my parents are waiting for me to “come into my own?” I hope they are not holding their resumes! But that will I be if they are gone? I am sure I will feel just as lost, maybe far more lost than when my youngest left home.
The older your kids get, the more you know that you really must have been a doctor!
I devote a good deal of time looking online for my parents. It normally has something related to a health issue, but that’s not where it ends. It seems that telephone books are something of the past. When they require a dental practitioner or the tractor fixed, I am the yellow pages. When they have to know what things to take for nausea, I am the researcher. I truly owe them much more than anything I have ever done but it will make me pause to think. Can my kids have to do that stuff for me?
I have learned to roll with these punches.
Initially I kind of went kicking and screaming into this new lifestyle function. It really was not worth the fuss. It’s what it is. The most surprising thing is your gratitude. They are constantly telling me “thank you.” They don’t have to. They paid their dues over and over again for something that I might do on them. I’m going to hang on to this function or some other function that calls my parents for as long as I can.