The writer seems to fall on the crackpot side of the spectrum. I have no doubt that he feels something happened, but come on, what kind of moron accepts a random description of the lot? If Mastro's henchman doesn't have time to do a proper inventory, pick up your crap and walk out, counselor!
BTW, when I think of the Mastro offices now I always picture it tilted, like a criminal lair on the old Batman tv series.
