« "So all that took place at the hotel," he said, "consisted of a-"
"The association," Rachael said, "wanted to reach the bounty hunters here and in the Soviet Union. This seemed to work... for reasons which we do not fully understand. Our limitation again, I guess."
"I doubt if it works as often or as well as you say," he said thickly.
"But it has with you."
"We'll see."
"I already know," Rachael said. "When I saw that expression on your face, that grief. I look for that."
"How many times have you done this?"
"I don't remember. Seven, eight. No, I believe it's nine."
She-or rather it-nodded. "Yes, nine times."
"The idea is old fashioned," Rick said.
Startled, Rachael said, "W-what?"
Pushing the steering wheel away from him he put the car into a gliding decline. "Or anyhow that's how it strikes me. I'm going to kill you," he said. "And go on to Roy and Irmgard Baty and Pris Stratton alone."
"That's why you're landing?" Apprehensively, she said, "There's a fine; I'm the property, the legal property, of the association. I'm not an escaped android who fled here from Mars; I'm not in the same class as the others."
"But," he said, "if I can kill you then I can kill them." »

Philip K. Dick - Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?