GRABBING TIGER WOODS’ EX-MISTRESS – AND HER POOCH!
WE GOT a call to hunt down Jamie Jungers — the train-wreck Tiger Woods former mistress — who had been playing in the rough ever since the affair turned her into a sleazy punch line. Humiliated and depressed, Jungers spiraled into a nightmare of drugs and prostitution — and hit rock bottom when her own parents had her arrested in Kansas for stealing from them.
Bond was posted at
$20,000. And you guessed it: Jungers jumped bail and disappeared.
I tracked her cell phone and it was in Las Vegas. It turned out she was caught up in a high-class pimping ring. I learned Jungers was staying with a guy named
Jay, a sleazebag insurance broker who had her holed up in his fancy house, trading drugs for sex. She’d spent the last few months doing speed and heroin. She was being shuttled from one house to another, drugged out of her mind, handed from one man to another.
We pounced on one flophouse, but her contact warned her and she made off, leaving behind her pooch, Apple.
I picked up the pet and went into her buddy’s house. There were drugs all over the floor. The dog was sniffing around
and getting high. It was going to overdose — we took her so she’d be safe.
We had run Jungers underground, so we set traps all over the city. I knew if we had the dog she’d give herself up eventually.
One guy tried to blackmail us, but we ran his number and at 1 a.m. converged on the house.
As a bunch of tweakers left we realized there were armed guys on the roof and behind me. I pointed the taser at the main guy — who had pulled a gun — and said, “Drop it mother------, you got three seconds!”
He went to get Jungers and as soon as she was out the door my guy grabbed her. She was screaming, “No, no, no!” We put her in the car and went to take off, but these punks gave chase! We pulled over alongside two Las Vegas cops at a DUI stop. I told them I had a hot one in the car and one coming in smoking.
They pulled them all over — and took one guy in.
The cops ran Jungers’ ID and asked if she was on drugs. She said yes. We searched her purse. It was full of needles and narcotics. On camera we asked her how she got here. She flat-out blamed Tiger, saying all her problems started when she met him and he had ruined her life.
She said: “All these dirty mother------s wanted to f--k me just because I had f----d Tiger Woods … and now I’m a f-----g junkie and I hate it.” She was taken in on outstanding warrants and charged with drug possession and being a fugitive, but all she could keep crying about was her dog.
I spoke to her before she went to jail and assured her we’d take care of the pooch while she’s gone.
Prison is bad. But sometimes it’s not as bad as the prisons we make for ourselves.
After my cancer scare we wanted to retire — we tried! But Dog just couldn’t do it. When you’re the best in the world at what you do, you can’t quit!
And what else was Dog going to do: Work as a train conductor or a bus driver? I told him: Dog, this is your duty — get back out there! ALL BARK, ALL BITE