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Police Detective Fanis Vassileiou froze in terror that night facing the horrible crime. He was certain this case would be a milestone in his career.

An unknown elderly man orders the detective Chris Pappas to inquire about a young German woman, Eva Dempling.

Margarita and the Sunflowers is a detective comedy, circling around Margarita Trianti, a young painter prone to outrageous and unexpected situations. She crosses Europe to find refuge in Trisvatha, her hometown in the mountains of Corinth, trying to escape her pursuers, London's Russian mob. There, however, her problems catch up with her in the form of the gigantic Dimitri, sent by arch-mobster Sergei. And as Margarita believes the game is over and prepares to give in, Dimitri is found dead.

Anders Economides is trying to balance his life between his family and his demanding job as an Inspector, at Örebro’s PD. Unlike many Scandinavian cops, he’s not an alcoholic; he doesn’t suffer from depression; but he’s a junkie of his own kind.  He gets his fix by solving crimes and helping justice prevail.  In fact, after quitting smoking and replacing cigarettes with a komboloi, a traditional Greek rosary, that is used by former smokers to keep their fingers busy, solving crimes is his only fix.  That explains his fixation on Johan Linné, a former Marine officer, who runs an underground drug business.

Dimitris Skouros is now free. Out of prison, a rich woman is waiting for him and hires him to kill her husband, Petros Valerios. The murder has to appear to be an accident, such as the one Dimitris Skouros faked when he stole someone else's identity. The price for this "accident" is a hefty sum of money.

Dimitris Skouros has been missing for years without anybody ever searching for him. A few years later, a determined police officer questions a university professor who used to be the missing person’s friend and, with the help of an ambitious policewoman, a case of identity theft is solved.

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Beware of the past…

Athens, December 2008. Alexangelos Elephantis is a 40 years old ex boxer, who failed his title fight due to a heart problem. He leaves alone stuck to his inglorious past - the death of his ex girlfriend Athena and the loss of the title - drinking beers and listening to rock music. He owns a gym but the bank wants to confiscate it due to an old debt.

The smart solve their problems, but the wise don't let them emerge at all, goes an old saying. You can't call me wise, since I got into trouble without realizing it. Well, no big deal. Besides, my life bears irrefutable witness to the fact that I have never claimed wisdom. But now I had to be smart. Why didn't I go to the cops and tell them everything I knew? Why didn't I even tell my wife? Since all my life I always found a simple, clear-cut and wrong solution to every problem, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Markos talks Mari into moving from Athens to Tinos, so as to realize his dream of a quiet life away from the city, “...where there is time for everything and there is no haste.” On his very first day on the island, he is an eye-witness to a bank robbery. An old friend, a mysterious woman and a bizarre coincidence bring him to Myconos, face to face with the robbers. Will he resist the temptations brought forth so unexpectedly by his new life? When the murders begin, the situation becomes dangerously complicated, and things unfold in an unpredictable way, with a barrage of reversals. An adventure among the picturesque Cycladic alleys, driven by human passion and alternative moral codes which do not differentiate between perpetrator and victim...

A former Minister is killed by a sniper in his house.

A journalist, thinking at his wife who left him to live in nature, has to investigate faster than the police which is the only chance of the newspaper he works for to survive.

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L’eau salée de la mer ne renvoie jamais l’image d’un visage. Son bleu étant celui des contes de fées, il ne nous reflète pas, mais peut nous entraîner dans un autre monde.