Another day done...

Another job finished and happiness around. Except... 
Bad choice of hotel. OMG. A nearly new building, where the water pressure is poor and the fucking fire alarm howled, twice. Threw me off, completely. I was so certain it would start screaming, again, I slept in my underwear and had my pants ready to be put on, fast. It was okay the rest of the night, but no way am I returning to that place when the next tranche of boxes is to go. 
That is the second hotel I’ve had water issues with, this month. The one in Houston couldn‘t make up its mind if it would provide hot water when you take a shower. I was told I wasn’t doing it right, the first night, and it did come out hot the next two nights, but then Wednesday night is was only okay and the last night was cool, again. Not cold like I was using the wrong setting; just lukewarm. Irritating. 
I stayed at this hotel the last time I was in Houston and it was fine, so I don’t know what was going on. Another hotel I will not return to, again...though on this job I get the impression the client’s done.Of course, last night’s alarms freaked me out and I came close to working in the car just to keep the noise down, so I neglected to post anything and only barely focused on Simon’s story. 
I’m having trouble not building up a timeline for it. Simon wants to lead me through it as it happens, with segues into his past. Maybe shifting to a journal he’s keeping to build up his character. Which makes me nervous, but I don’t want to push too hard, because he will just go quiet on me. He doesn’t even want me to name the other characters till they show up. 
Meaning my list of those involved is now worthless. 
I’m leaning hard into calling this The Murder of a Quiet Man. I get the feeling Simon has been quiet his entire life, and even when he’s defending himself against the growing fury of the system of justice, he’s quiet about it. No hysteria. No anger. No cursing. He’s found silence works a lot better in controlling a situation than spitting and moaning. And that drives his opponents crazy. Which I really like. 
I want Simon to be as relatable as possible. I want the reader to like him. Care about him. But I’m wary of setting that up too quickly...or didactically.