 Why do the cops shoot Spencer?
The series of events leading up to Pembroke's present occupation had commenced on a dismal, overcast evening in the South Pacific a year earlier. Standing on the forward deck, Pembroke was one of the first to perceive the peculiar odor and to spot the immense gray hulk wallowing in the murky distance. Then the explosion had come, from far below the waterline, and the decks were awash with frantic crewmen, officers, and the handful of passengers. One in particular, an attractive woman of about thirty, tossed back her long, chestnut locks and gazed up intently at Pembroke as he passed. "Incidentally, just where are we, anyway? But as he left the shop he began checking off every west coast state, city, town, and inlet.
 Spencer is not cooperating.
 Spencer is not cooperating.  Spencer was on to them. He was about to expose their whole operation.  They thought Spencer was an android.  Spencer was speaking too brusquely to the three women in the bar.