Playing both sides (or “two different cards” as the source called it) crept up on Figueroa. These threats “going back and forth over the last year,” the source said, forcing the entire family to wipe the little girl’s likeness from all social media accounts, and they forbid Figueroa’s daughter to wander outside alone.“I didn’t think she was going to go missing for sure, but we knew something was coming,” the source said.
Anonymous threats were lodged against both Figueroa and her daughter, the source confirmed.“They pretty much said, ‘Do you want to fuck with us? “We all felt it.”***Leading up to her last job Figueroa phoned Mc Kell in prison, pleading for help.
According to one family member Mc Kell “was good to her.”Figueroa had originally fallen for her high school sweetheart, the relative went on to say.
That boyfriend was her soulmate and died suddenly before they could marry.
“She was like the runner girl for the white supremacists.”Figueroa would buy meth from her “white supremacist” connect and “sold it to the Mexicans” for a premium, the source said.
Then her Mexican customers, as well as members from Mc Kell’s gang, the source said, started sourcing dope at a discount and Figueroa sold it for a profit to the white supremacists.
A month after I had my [daughter] I started tweaking. ’”At that point Figueroa, who normally weighed around 140 pounds, had dipped down to 110.
“She really found good in him.”With Mc Kell by her side she may have felt more empowered.“Monique started getting fronted meth to where she could support her own habit and went on to sell it,” the source said.Figueroa wouldn’t know it but there were forces out there with other plans for her future.And after delivering the cash to an associate in Los Angeles back on May 19, 2015 while her boyfriend was in jail for murder, the 28-year-old mother vanished.Ten days later her 2003 black Mercedes-Benz SUV with blacked-out rims was found tucked inside an abandoned shed in Juniper Hills, some seven miles from her father’s home.Since she’s gone missing every day is brutal for Figueroa’s father; especially Christmases and Easters and birthdays “are the hardest times.”Last October, The Daily Beast shadowed Jeff Figueroa, a 60-year-old heavy equipment operator, around the Little Rock, California desert.