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The truth, it seemed, was indeed in the lens.
"What happened to you?" Jameson asked, still trying to process the situation.
One of Nina's friends, a graffiti artist named Alex, had given Jameson a lead. He claimed to have seen Nina arguing with a rival artist, a notorious street artist known only by his pseudonym, "Elle." Jameson had been trying to track down Elle, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air.
She was standing in front of a massive mural, her camera slung over her shoulder. "You found me," she said, with a hint of a smile.
The message read: "The truth is in the lens."
The truth, it seemed, was indeed in the lens.
"What happened to you?" Jameson asked, still trying to process the situation.
One of Nina's friends, a graffiti artist named Alex, had given Jameson a lead. He claimed to have seen Nina arguing with a rival artist, a notorious street artist known only by his pseudonym, "Elle." Jameson had been trying to track down Elle, but he seemed to have vanished into thin air.
She was standing in front of a massive mural, her camera slung over her shoulder. "You found me," she said, with a hint of a smile.
The message read: "The truth is in the lens."
