The police station was coming up on the right. “I suppose this would be a good time to report the death,” I said. Neither of the others replied, and Stuart kept driving. We’d been up since 2am and it was now late afternoon, so they were keen to get home. “Look at the size of that thing,” John said suddenly. I moved over so I could see past his headrest, and spotted a bird the size of a person sitting on a roof ahead of us. I rolled down my window to get a better look. It was my building.