Technological Trickery saves the day.

You remember that she still has an Answering Machine (digital, mind you).
This gives you an idea.

You call the number from your phone, but use a voice filter.

You hear the faint beep downstairs.
You hear the man pause his ransacking.

"Hey, this is Officer Knight. I'll be by in a few minutes to pick you up while your car isn't working.
See you soon."

Beep.

You hear a faint 'Oh shit' and you hear the guy move really quickly.
Running down the stairs.
A back window opened and then shut.

You exit the closet, alerting the struggling Starla on the bed.

You shush her as you cautiously look around the place.
You find a bag of 'loot' left in the hallway.

You grab one other thing and then head back.

"He's gone. You're welcome," you explain, tapping your phone, "It also looks like he didn't take much- if anything."
You shake the bag softly.
Starla seems relieved...and then presents her bound hands to you.

"We could, but I have a better idea. Just trust me, alright?"

You show her what you grabbed on the way back.