 Of the following options, which best describes the relationship between Tremaine and Jess?
In his room at the Elsby Commercial Hotel, Tremaine opened his luggage and took out a small tool kit, used a screwdriver to remove the bottom cover plate from the telephone. He inserted a tiny aluminum cylinder, crimped wires and replaced the cover. Meantime, I'm not sitting in this damned room crouched over a dial. Project Officer for the hyperwave program—he's been on my neck day and night. Hyperwave is my baby, remember? You elected me to be a leg-man: now let me do it my way." And since it seems to be pinpointed in your home area—" "You don't have to justify yourself. Now I want answers, not questions! I'm warning you, Tremaine. Tremaine left the hotel, walked two blocks west along Commerce Street and turned in at a yellow brick building with the words ELSBY MUNICIPAL POLICE cut in the stone lintel above the door. In a back room Tremaine said, "To everybody but you this is just a visit to the old home town. Between us, there's more." Tremaine covered the discovery of the powerful unidentified interference on the high-security hyperwave band, the discovery that each transmission produced not one but a pattern of "fixes" on the point of origin. It showed a set of concentric circles, overlapped by a similar group of rings. "I think what we're getting is an echo effect from each of these points of intersection. The rings themselves represent the diffraction pattern—" "Hold it, Jimmy. "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this section. "Course," said Jess, "there's always Mr. Bram ..." "Mr. Bram," repeated Tremaine. "I've never seen any harm in Bram," said Jess. You remember old Aunt Tress, used to know all about ancestors and such as that? They used to raise cain in the other drug store...." I had the whole caboodle locked up here for six hours. "Oh hoh, you're a little young, Jimmy," Jess chuckled. I used to think she was some kind of princess...." "What about her and Bram? "This would ha' been about nineteen-oh-one. Miss Linda was maybe in her twenties—and that made her an old maid, in those times. Now, you know Bram was funny about any kind of socializing; never would go any place at night. Just before sundown they went off together in that fancy shay.
 They knew each other growing up and are temporarily working together.
 They hate each other but are working together in their investigation.  They're childhood friends and they ran into each other and caught up for old times' sake.  They knew each other growing up and are temporarily working together.  They're hindering each other's ability to succeed in the investigation.