Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] of the afternoon." "I want to see results," the thin voice came back over the filtered hum of the jamming device. "You spent a week with Grammond—I can't that. This fellow Margrave—General Margrave. Project Officer for the hyperwave program—he's been on my neck day and night. I can't say I blame him. An unauthorized transmitter interfering with a Top Secret project, progress slowing to a halt, and this Bureau—" me do it my way." "I felt a technical man might succeed where a trained investigator could be misled. And since it seems to be pinpointed in your home area—" "You don't have to justify yourself. Just don't hold out on me. I sometimes wonder if I've seen the complete files on this—" "You've seen all the files! Now I want answers, not questions! I'm warning you, Tremaine. Get that transmitter. I need someone to hang!" Tremaine took off his hat. "Sure you do, Jess. It's been a while, "It won't take long to tell we don't know much yet." 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. He passed a sheet of paper across the table. 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. To me it just looks like a beer ad. I'll take your word for it." "The point is this, Jess: we think we've got it narrowed down to this "That's a tough one, Jimmy. This is where I should come up with the "I didn't expect any easy answers, Jess. But I was hoping maybe you had they'll make jail age." "Why Bram?" Tremaine persisted. "As far as I know, he never had any dealings to speak of with anybody here in town." Tremaine shook his head. "What about her and Bram? A romance?" Jess rocked his chair back on two legs, looked at the ceiling, in front of her." Tremaine got to his feet. "I'd appreciate it if you'd keep your ears and eyes open for anything that might build into a lead on this, Jess. repeating logarithmic sequence, based on—" "Hold it, Jimmy. You're over my head." Jess got to his feet. "Let me Tremaine. Tremaine put a hand on the counter, looked thoughtful. "I was hoping It was ten minutes before he beckoned Tremaine over to the table where "No, thanks," Tremaine said. "That's all I needed." He turned back to Tremaine waited. The woman darted a suspicious look at Tremaine. "You have to handle Tremaine leafed over, reading slowly. alarmed by a violent cloudburst, accompanied by lightning and thunder, during the night of the fifth. A fire set in the pine woods north of Spivey's farm destroyed a considerable amount of timber and threatened the house before burning itself out along the river. The librarian was at Tremaine's side. "I have to close the library now. You'll have to come back tomorrow." Tremaine set off at a run, covered the two blocks to the hotel, yanked "What's the matter? Run out of signal?" "What's it to you, mister?" "Are you boys in touch with Grammond on the car set?" "We could be." "Mind if I have a word with him? My name's Tremaine." before handing it to Tremaine. Tremaine?" on me." "It's nothing we can go to court with, Grammond. And the job you were doing might have been influenced if I'd told you about the Elsby angle." Grammond cursed. "I could have put my men in the town and taken it apart brick by brick in the time—" "That's just what I don't want. If our bird sees cops cruising, he'll go underground." "You've got it all figured, I see. I'm just the dumb hick you boys use "Pull your lip back in. You've given me the confirmation I needed." "Confirmation, hell! All I know is that somebody somewhere is punching out a signal. For all I know, it's forty midgets on bicycles, pedalling all over the damned state. I've got fixes in every county—" "The smallest hyperwave transmitter Uncle Sam knows how to build weighs three tons," said Tremaine. "Bicycles are out." Grammond snorted. "Okay, Tremaine," he said. "You're the boy with all moonshiners." "Don't tell me my job, Tremaine!" the voice snapped. "And don't try out your famous temper on me. I'm still in charge of this investigation." "Sure. Just don't get stuck in some senator's hip pocket." Tremaine Only a faint quaver reflected her age—close to eighty, Tremaine used against him?" "There'll be nothing done against him, Miss Carroll ... unless it needs and it may help him." She paused. Tremaine waited. "I'd be grateful for any lead." "Bram fears the thunder." III pulled to a stop beside him. Jess leaned out, peered at Tremaine and asked: "Any luck, Jimmy?" Tremaine shook his head. "I'm getting nowhere fast. The Bram idea's a dud, I'm afraid." "Funny thing about Bram. You know, he hasn't showed up yet. I'm getting a little worried. Want to run out there with me and take a look around?" "Sure. Just so I'm back by full dark." As they pulled away from the curb Jess said, "Jimmy, what's this about State Police nosing around here? I thought you were playing a lone hand from what you were saying to me." "I thought so too, Jess. But it looks like Grammond's a jump ahead of me. He smells headlines in this he doesn't want to be left out." "Well, the State cops could be mighty handy to have around. I'm wondering why you don't want 'em in. If there's some kind of spy ring working—" "We're up against an unknown quantity. I don't know what's behind this and neither does anybody else. Maybe it's a ring of Bolsheviks ... and maybe it's something bigger. I have the feeling we've made enough mistakes in the last few years I don't want to see this botched." The last pink light of sunset was fading from the clouds to the west as door. There was a black patch of charred flooring under the window, and the paint on the wall above it was bubbled. Somewhere a cricket set up Tremaine. "Maybe this is more than kid stuff," he said. "You carry a Tremaine said. "That's blood, Jess...." Tremaine scanned the floor. It was of broad A wail sounded, a thin forlorn cry, trailing off into silence. Jess At the station Jess led Tremaine to a cell where a lanky teen-age boy "Hull, this is Mr. Tremaine," said Jess. He took out a heavy key, swung heard...." "What did you hear?" "They're lookin for the spies." "Who's looking for spies?" "Cops." "Who says so?" The boy looked directly at Tremaine for an instant, flicked his eyes to hers." "And you mentioned Bram?" The boy darted another look at Tremaine. "They said they figured the

<question>:
Of the following options, which best describes the relationship between Tremaine and Jess?

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A They hate each other but are working together in their investigation.
B They're childhood friends and they ran into each other and caught up for old times' sake.
C They knew each other growing up and are temporarily working together.
D They're hindering each other's ability to succeed in the investigation.

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C