When a stranger bumped into Coyne Hatten on the street in Webb City on the night of May 16, 1931, Hatten’s natural inclination was to stand up for himself. If Hatten had known the desperate character of the man he was facing, he might have exercised a little discretion, but, instead, he demanded to know whether the stranger was looking for trouble. He’d scarcely gotten the words out of his mouth when the stranger pulled out a revolver and shot Hatten in the chest. After a pause, the man poured two more bullets into Hatten’s body, killing him almost instantly.
After the shooting, the assailant rendezvoused a block away with a male companion and two female companions who were waiting in an automobile. The four then sped away from the scene.
The shooting was totally unexplained at first, and the
shooter and his companions were unidentified. Early the next morning, May 17,
authorities got a break when Mickey Carey, a forty-three-year-old ex-convict,
appeared at the Joplin Police station. He said that he’d driven a man known to
him as Jimmie Jones from Joplin to
Webb City the
previous night and that they’d been accompanied by Carey’s wife and a Webb City waitress named
Doris Adams. Carey said
he and his wife let the other couple out and that he heard gunfire shortly
afterward. He claimed he and his wife then returned to Joplin, leaving Jones
and Miss Adams behind.
Jones was arrested later that day at a Joplin rooming
house. He was identified as an alleged Detroit hoodlum with several aliases. Police said Jones had recently associated
with a gang of bootleggers at South Coffeyville, Oklahoma, where he was known as W. H. Geers. The
suspect admitted going to Webb City the
previous night but denied killing Hatten. However, on May 18, a coroner’s jury named
Geers, alias Jones, as the slayer of Coyne Hatten. Doris Adams testified
that she heard a shot and looked up to see Geers shoot Hatten twice more.
Geers was charged on May 19 with first degree murder. The next day, he broke down and gave a full confession. He said
his real name was James “Jimmy” Creighton and
he was twenty-six years old. Born in Oklahoma, he’d served one term in a reformatory,
one term in the Oklahoma State Penitentiary, and brief stints in a couple of city
jails. He admitted he was wanted in connection with a daring bank robbery at
Hastings, Nebraska, the previous February during
which he and his partners shot it out with police to make their escape. He said
he shot Hatten because Hatten shoved him and asked whether he was looking for
trouble.
Creighton’s trial on a first-degree murder charge got
underway at Carthage in
late June 1931. Numerous witnesses identified Creighton as the
man who’d killed Hatten, and they suggested that he had little, if
any, provocation. Creighton, on the other hand, took the stand to
claim self-defense. He said Hatten not only shoved him but also made a move as though reaching for a
weapon.
On June 26, the jury found Creighton guilty of first-degree murder and sentenced
him to hang. Creighton was taken to the state prison pending the outcome of his
appeal to the state supreme court. In August 1932, the high court reversed the verdict on the grounds that the
judge should have granted a change of venue.
Creighton’s second trial was held in Barton County in January 1933. The jury found him guilty
and sentenced him to life imprisonment.
For the first few years after being transported to the
state penitentiary at Jefferson City, Creighton had
a reputation as a troublemaker. In February 1934, he tried to “gouge his eyes
out” with a fingernail because he’d supposedly been driven insane by the prison
routine. Part of his sight was saved, and authorities thought his
self-mutilation was a ploy to try to gain a parole. Creighton eventually calmed down and went to work as a
prison barber.
He became trustworthy enough that he was allowed to work
on the prison farm, but he escaped from there in 1944. Recaptured the next
year, he was returned to the main prison. In early 1954, he was moved to the
State Asylum at Fulton but
returned to the prison after a month and half.
In September 1954, a riot
at the state prison resulted in the death of one inmate and injuries to about
twenty-five others, including Creighton. Afterward, Creighton, who was in a
cell next to the man who was killed, was moved from the prison to the nearby
Cole County Jail for his own protection. The following year, he testified
against the ringleaders of the riot, earning a reputation among fellow
prisoners as a “squealer” but also scoring points with officers prosecuting the
rioters. In January 1956, the Missouri governor paroled Creighton on
the recommendation of the prosecutors rather than return him to the
penitentiary, where he would almost surely be killed.
This blog entry is condensed from my latest book, Midnight Assassinations and Other Evildoings.