Where I'm at the Detectives have a lock on running the candy/soda machines in the building. The profits go into a pool that they use to pay for their "uniforms" (suits) dry cleaning bills.
And the nearest dry cleaner is around the corner.
There are at least two sides to every story. I just heard yours and, indeed, you appear to be the victim. But I can't stop wondering what the other side has to say.
Oh, g-d, if only LEOs can be indemnified from willfully ignoring the stupid!