Poisoned

Tom woke up with a start.  

"Calm down... It was just a bad dream..." 

He breathed slowly. As always when he had had a bad dream, he went in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. 

"Shit, the tube of toothpaste ist finished..." he growled. 

He looked at his wristwatch : 6.00 a.m. At this time, his mother and his father-in-law would already be in the kitchen.  And he was hungry. So Tom went in the kitchen.

"Hi, mum ! Hi Stephen !" said Tom.

"How're you, sweetie ?" asked his mum.

"Fine, thanks." 

Stephen didn't say anything. He wasn't a great talker. 

He was the curator of the Museum of Natural History of Boston. What a contrast between he and Tom's mother, a real chatter !

He took his coffee mug and drank. And he passed out.

"Steph !" cried Tom's mother.

She sniffed his coffee. 

"He has been poisoned !" 

Tom went his room and closed his door. He opened his armory