On Tuesday Closed

Every day between five o'clock in the afternoon and nine o'clock in the evening, the bar of café-bistro ‘Whites’ is full with a colourful company of people.
People of all ages, young and old, who have the habit of ending their day there. Students, businesspeople, workers, but also people without a job, living on benefits or undeclared work. A mixture of conversations at the bar and many think they know the other, but nothing could be further from the truth. One day one of the regulars dies in an accident. Four days later, another pub guest commits suicide and another four days later there is a murder. The beginning of a cat-and-mouse game. The beginning of a period of fear, envy, accusations, lies and deceit. Who is the killer? Is it a he or a she? Is it one of the bar guests, or someone from the staff? Then come the anonymous letters and mysterious incidents. It suddenly becomes a game, a game for everyone, but especially for the killer. The winner gets to unmask the killer and thus stop the bloodshed. But, before that happens, secrets are exposed, and every death or murder brings the doom for one of the bar patrons. But the great exposure and total ruin takes place with the ultimate unmasking of the perpetrator. Whose downfall? A bar guest? A member of staff? Or is it the culprit himself? As said: fear, tension, envy, accusations, lies and deceit, but also humour, comradeship, and a hidden love.
A story with so much mystery and so many different stories inside the story, which will raise one question for the reader, but is that who the killer is, or is it who it was all about in the end?