Not an easy read, but rewarding in the end.
The Third Friday of October by Dana Austin Marsh
Slowly, so as not to attract Bodie's attention and give him an opportunity to bolt, Doyle rose from the booth and made his way across the room to stand in front of the diner. "Hello, Bodie," he said softly. The other man's head came up with a near audible snap of the neck, and, for a brief instant, Doyle saw something in the handsome features he had never expected to see - sheer, unalloyed panic. "I ought to punch you right in the mouth, you bastard."