"Let's shed some light on this situation shall we?"
Detective Brad Bradford arrived at the scene and it was dark... too dark. He reached for the light switch on the wall, flicked it, and nothing happened. He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out his flashlight. The batteries were dead.
"It certainly smells like someone died in here," he said.
The floor was covered in dark puddles lit only by shards of glass reflecting the moonlight. The window was open and the curtain wafted into the apartment on the wind.
Suddenly, it was abundantly clear to our detective what has transpired at the scene. He reached down and unzipped the two cases he had schlepped up the stairs of the fourth-story apartment. He assembled their contents, stood back and said,
"Let's shed some light on this situation."
The room leaped into light.
"Oh man, I love my Amvona Tungsten Light kit!" Bradford exclaimed. "Now all I need to do is kill my roommate for leaving a bottle of chocolate milk on the sill!"
Another case solved thanks to Brad Bradford and his arsenal of Amvona products.
